Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.